True. And while I can understand that thought. He got a lighter sentence because the judge didn’t believe he shot with the intent to kill someone... which I call bs on. There is no way you shoot into a closed door trying to not seriously hurt the person behind that door.

Yes. Which still shouldn’t give him a legitimate defense because why would you shoot into a door if you aren’t trying to kill or seriously harm someone that could lead to their death.

Killing your girlfriend is worth ten months?! I’ve been locked into longer gym memberships.

Oh, yeah if they can’t they can’t! The local diner we go to a lot can’t spare pitchers but they’ll bring out 2 glasses at a time for him ;-)

the only thing that i worry about when i see a hair on the food is if it is IN the food. it makes me gag just thinking about it.

How old is your son at the time of writing, also is he single, please, these are things the public needs to know

Brief horror at being called out, then slamming her shit down, abandoning her full cart, and storming out of the store.

How did she react?

We’re coming home along the Thruway and decide to stop at McD’s. There’s a woman and smallish kid in front of us getting huffy and I can tell this won’t end well. And in due time she starts yelling at the cashier, “Why is everything more expensive here? This is ridiculous! You’re ripping people off!” and so on, as the…

I was riding my bike the other day, stopped at a red light in the bike lane, and a mother crossing the street right in front of me said to her daughter “Watch out for bikers. They NEVER obey the law” while staring straight at me. As I was very clearly obeying every single traffic law.

Regarding the screaming woman in the pizza place: I did have an occasion once where my then 2.5 year old daughter asked me why some woman was yelling at an employee at my local grocery store. It gave me great pleasure to explain, very loudly, that the yelling woman was mean and nasty and probably very unhappy with her…

I would have wanted to slowly pour the milkshake out onto the pavement while staring her in the eyes the whole time.

This was one of the darkest collections of customers in a long time. I’m going to need an hour of deer-and-bunny videos to clear out the sympathetic rage. And then I’ll grill the most perfect cross-hatch into a lunchtime chicken breast that you’ve ever seen.

My father is a malignant narcissist who messes with wait staff (and anyone he thinks he has authority over) for sport. I used to apologize profusely and tip like crazy until one day I realized that I’m an adult and I don’t have to go out to eat with him if I don’t want to...much less speak to him at all. So yep.

The second story reminds me of one of my wife’s tales of waiting tables at Dead Lobster while in grad school.

“After the chef removed the grill marks from the chicken, he sharpened the blackened parts into points and stabbed them in the dad’s eyes, Your Honor.”

I know it’s not the same thing, but I felt the need to offer a McDonald’s story of my own as a slight short and sweet palate cleanser (hopefully) for anyone who needs it:

He’s going to be the person we point to and say THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

No shit, my story would end with "There were no survivors of what came to be called "The Pizza Cutter Massacre."

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.